The blue sword light reflected the cave, splitting the air and slashing towards Qingjun.
The anger that Zhusheng had pressed in his heart for nearly sixty years was all in this knife.
The tall cavern was turned green by the light of the blade.
The killing intent that Zhusheng had tempered in the battle array in her previous and previous lives had condensed into her own sword intent.
This sword is sharp and fierce, and it moves forward bravely, using all the strength of Takesheng.
Zhusheng cultivated in the mortal world, and finally faced Qingjun again, and she never considered retreating from this blow.
One blow, that's all the effort.
You die, or I die.
The human emperor Zhujun can no longer endure like the mortal Yang Wu.
Qingjun has been waiting for this moment for a long time.
She and mortal women really hate each other.
If it weren't for her promise to the Divine Monarch, she would have pinched this mortal woman to death long before a Jiazi.
She gave the exercises given by the Divine Monarch to the mortal girl, and she also had the idea of giving it a try, and the mortal girl who didn't want to be born with divine consciousness really practiced the exercise and returned to the Nine Universe.
This is very good, since the mortal woman has become a monk, she has no scruples.
The fighting between monks and monks has never stopped for tens of thousands of years.
Man to man, man and demon, demon and demon.
It is an alliance between the human race and the demon race, and this covenant also prohibits the clan war between the two races, and prohibits the large-scale killing of human beings or the large-scale enslavement of the demon race.
However, between a monk and another monk, whether the two monks are human or demon, the fights, duels, and even vendettas between the two monks are the monks' own business.
This is very different from mortals.
Mortals are weak in strength, and often live in groups, gather in crowds to fight.
Mortals value the "collective" more than the individual, because the power of the collective is stronger than that of the individual.
But at the same time, mortals value leaders.
Because leaders unite loose collectives and thus bring together stronger forces.
So killing a soldier means very different from killing a leader.
But the monks tend to take the "collective" lightly.
A hundred foundation building may not be able to defeat a golden pill, and ten thousand foundation building may not be able to defeat a Yuan Infant.
Cultivating one's own body and gaining powerful power beyond most people is what monks pursue and value.
Of course, there is a leader among the monks, and although this leader is quite powerful, it is not necessarily decisive.
There is a consensus in human cultivation that the head of a sect must not be the most powerful person in the sect.
Because the more powerful monks are no longer willing to exhaust and troubled the Dao heart for these "mundane tasks".
The more powerful the monks, will break away from the "collective".
As Zhusheng knows, the road to Dengxian is often alone.
Compared with human cultivation, the demon clan is more animalistic.
They believe in the law of the jungle and the respect of the strong.
Since the fall of the Northern Monarch and the determination of the Qingjun, it has been decades since he encountered a challenge or vendetta.
This is not because no demon wants to kill her, but because Qingjun has eliminated those most powerful demons one by one in the past few years, and the current demon domain, Qingjun's power is unattainable.
But this doesn't mean that other demons don't want to kill her, on the contrary, all the big demons kill the strong man with the goal of killing Qingjun as a demon, and then replace her, which is natural in the ethics, morality and social form of the demon clan.
The reason why Qingjun became a demon monarch was because she defeated and killed Beijun.
Therefore, whenever she sees the big demons under her command, she beats her chest as soon as she gets excited, shouting "One day you will kill Qingjun", Qingjun will be pleased that her sons and daughters are so motivated After so many years, someone finally dared to swing a knife at Qingjun, this person was just a mortal a few decades ago.
Even though Qingjun didn't take Zhusheng's knife in his eyes, he was also surprised that this woman had cultivated such a sharp sword intent in just a few decades.
The corners of her gorgeous red lips twitched slightly, and her snow-white slender right hand had turned into a sharp claw, grabbing at the knife Qingjun's reaction was too fast, and before the blade of Zhusheng's knife was exhausted, the green blade collided head-on with the claws, making a loud noise, and the stalactites of stalagmites shattered in response, and ice-like cracks appeared on the rock wall The green blade snapped under the claws of Qingjun In the past, the young Dao Monarch on the Yang Refining Peak, Baba, holding the collected materials, went to find the senior brother who was the most proficient in refining weapons in the Chongzi generation and was in charge of the Sect's Refining Division, and asked him to refine a similar knife with that magic knife.
That magic knife was really a good knife, and the materials provided by the Lord of Refining Yang Peak were really first-rate materials.
The senior brother's skills are itchy and hard to scratch, and he happily responds, and he really works hard to create a knife that satisfies him.
Because the main ingredient is jade bamboo, this bamboo has always been domineering, and most of the things refined are bamboo-colored.
The senior brother had specially asked if he wanted to mix the color in advance, and the Lord of Lianyang Peak replied, "No, she likes the color of this bamboo." ” When a knife as green as jade came out of the oven and was handed back to the Lord of Refining Yang Peak, the senior brother asked casually: "Who is this going to give to?"
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A soft smile appeared on the face of the Refining Yang Peak Lord, who had always been paralyzed, and he replied, "Give me Yang Ji on the peak." ” The senior brother's face was so green that it matched the color of the blade.
The young Dao Jun didn't care about the reproach and sad eyes of the senior brother.
She wanted a knife.
He wanted to give her a knife, so he wanted to give her the best.
When Zhu Sheng got the green blade, he felt the spirituality of the green blade.
Experienced monks will know that with such a spiritual nature, if they are cultivated for hundreds of years, this magic weapon will be able to cultivate a machine spirit.
Takebu naturally doesn't know.
She thought that the magic weapon was like this, full of spirituality.
Otherwise, why is it called a magic weapon?
How did she know that because this green blade unfortunately fell into her hands, the head of the refining department was so angry that he didn't sleep well for three days.
The green blade has been with Zhusheng for decades and shares her heart.
If it weren't for Zhusheng's incomprehension of the method, and she didn't know how to make the final disposition, the green blade would have been refined into her own natal magic weapon a long time ago.
Although it is not yet, the green blade is only a little short of Zhusheng's natal magic weapon.
It snapped under Qingjun's claws, and Zhu Sheng only felt a force rushing straight to his heart, and under the severe pain, he spurted out a mouthful of blood Qingjun's strength did not stop at the blade of the green blade, and it was not even stopped by the blade at all, and it was overwhelmingly pressed.
At this moment, Zhusheng clearly felt the power gap between her and Qingjun, and knew that he was about to be crushed.
When death came to her face, she remembered the huge cyan ball of light that night, she hugged Zhou Ji and looked back uncontrollably.
Mountain cliffs crack and forests fall.
The spectacular beauty of that power enchanted her.
She remembered Zhou Ji's face, the young man frozen in the night sky as a gorgeous blood-colored flower.
I did my best, she said to Zhou Ji.
This was the second time she had swung her knife at Qingjun, but just like the first time, it was all useless.
I know, I know, Zhou Ji said, just do your best.
He said, smiling and holding out his hand to Zhusheng.
Takesheng has peace of mind and no regrets.
She stretched out her hand to take Zhou Ji's hand A jet-black sword stood in front of her, and Takeyu's pupils shrank Qingjun's gray-blue pupils also shrank sharply The little fox's jade-colored fur was soaked with sweat, and it stuck out its tongue and circled on the ground, but it didn't dare to open its mouth to disturb the Divine Monarch.
The Divine Monarch had already told it to leave, because it had to be here to accompany it.
It looked up, and the Divine Monarch unbuttoned his clothes and lowered them to his waist.
He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his muscles are as perfect as sculptures.
He lifted the vajra hammer high and slammed it down, the strong muscles of his arm knotting and stretching with this repetitive action.
The little fox looked at it from the bottom up, and felt that such a simple and repetitive action was done by the Divine Monarch, and it was all the beauty of strength.
The mortals always say that the body of the god monarch is the most beautiful, even more beautiful than theirs.
The Vans were right.
The sword gradually took shape, and the Divine Monarch put down the Vajra Hammer and tempered it with Heavenly Fire instead.
Seven or forty-nine days later, the little fox who had fallen asleep in the corner of the refining room was suddenly awakened by a buzzing sound.
It spun around in a panic, looked up and saw that the Divine Monarch's body was dripping with blood, and it was immediately shocked and wanted to pounce, almost being burned by the heavenly fire.
"Don't panic."
Shenjun said, "It's just refining." ” Only then did the little fox come to his senses.
The sword was tempered by the blood of the Divine Monarch, and was born, and the name of the sword was "Self-denial".
Strange name.
Isn't it better to call it "demon suppression", "demon extermination", and "demon slaying"?
The sword of self-denial blocked Zhusheng's body at the moment when death was about to grab Zhusheng, and the sword intent of Silent Killing confronted Qingjun's power head-on The sword intent is extremely quiet, silent, and slaughtering.
It was the first time that Zhusheng personally felt Chong Xin's sword intent.
Chong Xin is in Zhusheng's memory, or the gentle Chong Xin who hugged her in his arms between the beds, or the patient Chong Xin who played with her in the blue sky, or the Chong Xin who took care of her carefully after knowing her real age.
Zhusheng has actually never seen Chong Xin holding a sword.
Even though she had heard many times of praise and praise from people on that talented boy, she still had no intuitive impression.
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Until this moment, this sword intent of silence opened in front of her, and without hesitation, she met Qingjun coldly and fearlessly, and Zhusheng felt a different rush for the first time.
Everything happens in the light of light.
Although Zhusheng is weak, Qingjun's culling does not mean to show mercy to her subordinates, she has crawled and rolled in the demon clan of the weak and the strong to this day, never despises any opponent, and never shows mercy when she must kill.
Zhusheng fought with all his might, and Qingjun's culling did not release water.
The sword of self-denial appeared too suddenly, and it was too late for Qingjun to regain his momentum.
She collided head-on with Chong Xin's sword intent.
At the same time as the sword of refuge appeared, Takebu felt a force drag her backwards.
With the force of this retreat, she slashed down with a half-cut knife in her hand, bringing the unfinished knife momentum to the bottom The green sword light pushed the sword intent of Silent Killing, and after the sword intent, it met the power of Qingjun.
The green light broke, revealing a ray of golden light that shot towards Qingjun.
The cliff wall collapsed when the three forces collided, and the cave collapsed, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.
Before that, Takesheng had been dragged to the aperture by the force behind him.
A hand reached out of the light curtain, grabbed her by the shoulder, and dragged her into it.
With a flash of light, the sword of self-denial also retracted into the light curtain.
The aperture narrowed, and it turned into the light cluster that Takesheng had seen for the first time, and sank to the bottom of the pool again.
At this time, when Chong Xin stepped into the light curtain, the bamboo gave birth to a knife, but it was only two or three breaths.
When the smoke and dust fell, on the collapsed rock, the enchanting figure of Qingjun appeared.
She looked at the position of Bitan, which was covered by falling rocks, and raised a hand.
Red blood dripped on the rocks, and a scar appeared on the back of the snow-white hand, slowly oozing blood.
Chong Xin's sword intent did not hurt her, and Zhusheng's sword intent did not hurt her, what hurt her was the human emperor's qi contained in the sword intent.
The human emperor is only a human emperor in the world, and the human emperor is an atmospheric transporter when he enters the Tao.
What is the darling of the air carrier.
Zhusheng's knife intent is no longer an ordinary sword intent, and her sword intent contains the aura of a human emperor.
O the Emperor of People Qingjun licked the wound on the back of his hand.
It's no wonder that she discovered the shrine. sent the mortal girl to the mortal realm, but she entered the Tao as a human emperor and returned to the Jiuhuan Continent.
Sure enough, the woman who can be loved by the god monarch is even an ordinary woman.
In another space, Chong Xin had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, hugged Zhusheng, whose face was like gold paper, in his arms, pinched her jaw, and fed a pill into her mouth.
Zhu Sheng lost a mouthful of blood, only to feel that the Qi Sea Ancestral Trick was in pain.
This is not a traumatic injury, and this is the first time Takesheng has suffered such an injury.
She tried to prop up her body, Chong Xin pressed her shoulder, and whispered, "Don't worry, breathe first." ” He helped Zhusheng to sit up, and Zhusheng did as he said, using his spiritual power to regulate pranayama.
She didn't have time to observe the situation around her, but she felt a rich aura in the air.
After smoothing out the spiritual power in his body, Zhu Sheng opened his eyes and saw Chong Xin, who was facing her face to face, pranayama on his knees.
There were still blood marks on the corners of Chong Xin's mouth that had not been wiped away, and he also spit out a mouthful of blood against Qingjun's strength head-on.
Fortunately, it was not a brainchild.
"You're hurt," Takeyu asked.
Chong Xin didn't answer Zhusheng's question, but asked: "It's only been a year since you came to Jiuhuan, what kind of mortal enmity did you have with Qingjun?"
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